#a poem and a mistake

[oof-i-did-it-agaaiiin]

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

#EDIT: I added links to the post’s caption go click them. #I did this because people were mistaking the words as a poem. I love poems. it’s not a poem. #it’s a song from a musical that deserves more attention. go listen to the song. if you like it go listen to the musical. it’s fantastic #it’ll make you laugh and it’ll make you cry. could not recommend enough. #okay edit over. back to my og tags #long post #and I'm talking LONG like do you love the color of the sky long #today I am a nuisance to your dash #but it's in the name of art and beauty #ordinary days #musicals #paintings #art museum #post i made #i love lyrics #greatest hits

[luthienne]

Naomi Shihab Nye, from Red Suitcase; "Living with Mistakes"

#naomi shihab nye #red suitcase: poems #living with mistakes #words #poetry #typography #palestinian literature

[egoschwank]

al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1073

first posted in facebook april 23, 2022

ion theodorescu-sion -- "ovid in exile" (1915)

"a poem and a mistake" ... ovid

"he enjoyed dancing with a fair stranger, enjoyed the vacuous, chaste talk, through which you listen closely to that bewitching, vague something going on inside you and inside her, which will last a couple of bars more and then, finding no resolution, will vanish forever and be utterly forgotten. but while the bond of bodies is still unbroken, the outlines of a potential love affair begin to form, and the rough draft already comprises everything: the sudden silence between two people in some dimly lit room; the man carefully placing with trembling fingers on the edge of an ashtray the just-lit bit impedient cigarette; the woman’s eyes slowly closing in as in a film scene" ... vladimir nabokov

"i know how men in exile feed on dreams" ... aeschylus

"a post ... and a missed hook ... exiled from maine's streets" ... al janik

#ion theodorecu-sion #ovid in exile #ovid #exile #a poem and a mistake #vladimir nabokov #a potential love affair #a film scene #aeschylus #dream smp #exiled from maine's streets #al things considered

[bakergostudy]

"All My Friends Are Finding New Beliefs" by Christian Wiman // A tribute to the 2023 USWNT World Cup squad

Insp. by @greta--gill

#uswnt #mine #if there's mistakes no there isn't this is my first time making one of these and technology wants me dead #i highly recommend y’all listen to Pádraig Ó Tuama’s reading of the poem that he does for his podcast Poetry Unbound #I tried to include everyone on the squad in one picture or another and now I have to tag them all #Alyssa Naeher #Ashley Sanchez #Sofia Huerta #Naomi Girma #Kelley O'Hara #Lynn Williams #Alyssa Thompson #Julie Ertz #Savannah Demerol #Lindsey Horan #Sophia Smith #Alana Cook #Alex Morgan #Emily Sonnett #Megan Rapinoe #Rose Lavelle #Andi Sullivan #Casey Murphy #Crystal Dunn #Trinity Rodman #Aubrey Kingsbury #Kristie Mewis #Emily Fox #oh sidenote in the original poem the word is 'Jew' not 'Christian' but that felt weird to put over Alex. #I'm trying to be considerate but I am definitely not an expert so don't take it too seriously

[maggiecheungs]

poems in episode one of the story of kunning palace

in episode 1 of kunning palace, xuening grabs a book of poems in order to trick her maids into thinking she keeps a ledger. my knowledge of classical chinese isn't particularly high level, but it's good enough to at least identify which poems are on the page that she opens to, and i'm certain they were deliberately chosen because of their relevance to the characters and themes of the show 👀 so i thought i'd do a post about them :)

this page contains three poems by the tang dynasty poet wang changling (698–756): 芙蓉樓送辛漸 (farewell to xin jian at lotus tower); 閨怨 (boudoir lament); and 春宮曲 (spring palace song). detailed analyses under the cut:

1 - 芙蓉樓送辛漸 (farewell to xin jian at lotus tower):

my translation

poem summary: the poet's friend came to wu on a night when cold rain was pouring into the river, and departs again at dawn. the poet accompanies him on his journey as far as the chu mountains [but cannot carry on journeying with him because he must stay at his official post in wu]. as he bids goodbye, he asks his friend to tell his family back in luoyang that his heart is still pure and resolute.

key themes: loneliness and solitude; duty; having a pure heart and noble character

analysis: this one is a fairly famous poem about parting before setting off on a long journey. it's particularly notable for its final line, 一片冰心在玉壺, which roughly translates to "my heart is as pure as a piece of ice within a vessel of jade"... which could easily have been written as a summary of zhang zhe's character.

however! while there's a definite emphasis on having a pure and guiltless heart, when you combine with the previous line, the couplet as a whole also gives a sense that the speaker wishes to be remembered by those they love as someone pure and righteous ("tell my family back in luoyang that my heart is still pure etc"). this seems to be a theme of xuening's second life: wanting to correct her past wrongs and treat the people she cares for better, and to prove to zhang zhe that she can be a good person in future

in particular, this poem makes me think of xuening's last moments in her first life. the poet's final request before he bids farewell to his friend? for his companion to tell his family that he is still noble at heart. xuening's final request before she dies? for xie wei to take her life in exchange for that of zhang zhe, as her way of repenting for being dishonourable and ruining his life... 🤔🤔🤔

2 - 閨怨 (boudoir lament):

poem summary: the young wife in her boudoir knows nothing of sorrow, but as she completes her toilette and ascends the emerald tower, she suddenly sees the hue of poplars and willows on the roadside and regrets letting her husband leave home to pursue official position and power.

key themes: love and marriage; abandonment; ambition (and the effect that ambition has on love)

analysis: it's essentially about how the husband's ambition causes him to abandon his wife to grief and loneliness, which seems like a clear parallel with xuening's willingness to abandon her faithful lovers for the sake of her ambition; there's also the implication that political status is ultimately less meaningful than a loving marriage.

i think it's worth noting that the character 怨 (yuan) in the title is fairly hard to translate, as it implies a mixture of grief and anger/resentment, or even hatred. it's fairly common in boudoir poems about women left behind by their husbands, and in that context it's often translated as 'lament' or 'grief', but i think the ambivalence of the term is fairly important, particularly if you apply it to kunning palace and the mix of grief and anger that xuening inspires in her old lovers in her first life.

3 - 春宮曲 (spring palace song):

poem summary: the wind is mild, the flowers are in full bloom, the moon is full and bright. the emperor has fallen in love with one of his sister's singing serving women, and is showering her with imperial favour and bestowing brocade robes upon her to keep out the spring chill.

key themes: happiness, success, security. (however, with contextual knowledge, there's also the implication of future doom, and that nobody can stay on top of the world forever)

analysis: i didn't quite catch the full significance of this one until i googled it and realised it's a poem about a real historical figure: wei zifu, a song-and-dance girl serving the princess pingyang, who wins the favour of pingyang’s brother, emperor wu of the han dynasty, eventually becoming his second empress (the second-longest serving empress in chinese history!).

wei zifu's story is essentially about a young woman of humble origins who survives numerous palace intrigues and eventually manages to ascend to the position of empress, trusted by the emperor to the extent that she was allowed to rule in his absence. however, after maintaining her position for over three decades, she eventually fell afoul of a conspiracy against her and her son, and committed suicide rather than allowing herself to be deposed.

i mean… the way this links to jiang xuening's first life is so obvious i don't even feel the need to explain it.

#story of kunning palace #cdrama #wang changling #my translations #well. sort of #more like my paraphrases i guess(?) #if i made any mistakes then i apologise! and feel free to correct anything ofc #i'm currently trying my hand at a polished translation of the first poem... i'll post it if it's any good #just need to finish fiddling with it first #王昌齡 #宁安如梦 #i am loving this drama so far btw <3

[krasivaa]

A poem by Prince Vladimir Pavlovich Paley in French, written on 29th June 1913 in Oranien Hof, Kreuznach, signed with "Bodya" and, as it says, ordered by his father, Grand Duke Pavel Alexandrovich on his name day. While the poem itself is in French, date, place & signature are in Russian. I already translated that part, so here is the poem:

A day among many others,

A little liver, a little enthusiasm

Like that, flour rounded off this quatrain

Our little sorrows and yours....

#😂🫶😍 #prince vladimir pavlovich paley #prince vladimir paley #prince paley #the paleys #grand duke pavel alexandrovich #alexandrovichi #romanov poems #romanov writings #sorry if i made some mistakes in translation 🙃 #romanov #romanovs

[smokbeast]

"You live, but I died, feeling the beat of your life sing across the stars still in the palm of my hands,"

#star sibling lore in small poems im still too nervous to share fully but i get emotional sometimes in my sketches of them #just craig regretting his past mistakes #art #my art #watercolor art #sketches #my ocs #hope #craig #wife ocs #harbinger #monsters #dragons #dragon ocs #monster ocs #abstract art

[sfsolstice]

when do you know it's over for you?

for me, it's when i want to make them something— cookies, something crocheted, a poem;

excessive daydreaming means nothing to me, for i've spent all my life half here, half somewhere else,

nor is it the thought of sweaty skin and heavy heaving, for i've dreamt of my own since i was a misaligned kid;

for me, the end is in my mundanity— in the things i don't think twice to do,

in the things i do that feel just like breathing;

if you happen to be on the receiving end, just know i'm handing you the knife to end me, right then and there.

#poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #poets corner #poets community #spilled poetry #spilled ink #original poem #poem #poetry #spilled thoughts #prose poem #prose poetry #writers of tumblr #writers community #writers on tumblr #sfsolstice #musing while i crochet #i do have someone in mind while i make this blanket #though i probably wont give it to them #im too scared of the sweater curse lmao #i made that exact mistake once two christmases ago :'') </3

[simmyfrobby]

devils poem?

― How to Be Perfect, Ron Padgett

#I was actually planning on turning this into a full Poetry Post once upon a time #I just never got around to it #I like him though look at his pretty little face #incredible eyebrows 10/10 #nico hischier #new jersey devils #hockey poems #sorry it took me a million years to respond to this I posted it to my drafts by mistake

[5ilentw0rds]

Sometimes I feel embarrassed thinking about how immature and childish I used to be.

But then I remember, I was in fact just a child.

I wasn't supposed to have it all figured out.

Making mistakes was part of growing up and getting to where I am now.

#poetry #spilled poetry #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #poem #poets on tumblr #writing #writers on tumblr #past #mistakes #silent words #poemsbyme #thoughts #young poets #deep thoughts #growing up

[27paperlilies]

Sacred devision Why do you cry, why do you mourn, most of you are hardly born. Eyes wide to the world you've fit inside, never one to loosen your constricting pride, always moving with the suitable stagnent tide. Sitting quietly or raving madley, from high up here its watched so sadley, the cynical are caste aside, left to rot along the roadside. They do not build empires and for that we are grateful, after all, are we not if fickel, always faithful. Diogenes spectates these violent themes, all while soaking in heavens simple beams, he is content and at the same time spent, this life now turned theatrical event. Petal cheeks are longed to be touched , if only reasons didn't mean so much, The quickness of silver leaving greedy hands only to be stolen from distant lands. I watch it all, I see you torn, but I never doubt that in all your symphony of strife, that there wasn't a meaning in this flickering spark of life.

#poetry #creative writing #writing #spilled ink #writers #new poets society #writeblr #poetblr #art #diogenes #inspired #poems and quotes #poems and poetry #poetry and prose #humanity was a mistake #spilled poetry #prose poetry #poems on tumblr #aesthetic #writeblr community #new poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #quotes #poems and prose #poets corner

[letsbeapoemtogether]

I'm allowing myself to live my truth, even if it takes a while to forgive myself for a list of mistakes I have made. I'm trying, and that counts.

Abhilasha

#poetry #writersofinstagram #writing #writersociety #quotes #poems #aesthetic #poemsbyme #poemsociety #love #mistakes #self love

[sentientsky]

you're in a car with a beautiful (not-) boy and you don't know how you've managed to stay intact this long, how you haven't fractured at the edges yet, lit up from the inside with all that aching, cataclysmic want you've fought so hard to keep quiet—to keep from thrashing in your chest like a sparrow against glass.

you're in a car with a beautiful not-boy, and you're not human but if you were, you're certain this longing would have killed you by now, would have left you in the cool green earth—rotted you down to the quick—a thousand times over (and if that didn't kill you, then the look in his eyes now certainly would). and you don't, can't, won't believe in god because how could She create such a being and then not let you press your palms to the side of his face, not let you hold him, not let you open your mouth like a confession box and tell him, there is a bird inside my chest and you are the center of every solar system and i'm willing to play the part of icarus if only you'd let me. and you don't/can't/won't believe in god, but his eyes open and its like the sun in a three-piece beige suit and you're pretty sure you stopped breathing the moment he got in the car (hell, you haven't tasted oxygen since the moment he stood on the cliffside, hands all empty of swords and fire).

you're in a car with a beautiful not-boy, and you're all spitfire and grief and six thousand years of whispered half-syllables into the dark of a lonely night, of savouring the way his name burns your tongue like sacrament (holy, holy, holy).

and he's handing you a thermos now, and his hand brushes yours and it's been nearly thirty years, and still you'd let him turn you to salt if it meant he might touch you again.

... but you go too fast for him. you always go too fast, with all your ugly, hollow-boned want and your burning yellow eyes and your hands, sullied with the weight of sin; fingertips that look more like claws than anything you'd ever want to touch with any scrap of volition.

and you're in your car with this beautiful boy who is not a boy and you're burning up, plummeting like a waxen-winged thing. and he's looking at you and you're falling, and the world is twisting around the edges, and he's stepping out of the car and your ribcage is becoming a slaughterhouse—an abattoir with all its knives turned up towards the sky. and then you're in a car, and you’re alone. and that is all.

#whoops my hand slipped #teehee #this is based on the richard siken poem ofc!! (“you are jeff”) GO READ IT IF U HAVENT. IT CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY AT THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN #can u tell i project onto crowley?? can u?? #this probably has spelling mistakes and stuff sorry im tired lol. the punctuation errors are on purpose if that helps ajsdklaslkf #“plasma here is supposed to mean like plasma in terms of what the sun is made of. not blood plasma which derives from the marrow of bone yk #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #good omens #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #good omens poetry #good omens angst #gomens #gomens 2 #gomens angst #good omens 1967 #you go too fast for me crowley #crowley x arizaphale #aziraphale x crowley #on longing #on yearning #my poetry #anthony j crowley #wren writes crow

[exmotranny]

i was a godfearing christian daughter

wearing a green tulle dress

and now im an ugly athiest son

and my ripped jeans look like a mess

i was a girl bowing to god

i was holding my scriptures on saturday night

now im a kid with nowhere to go

sitting with my friends, laughing in the moonlight

i was stupid, not happy

ignorance not really bliss

but now i'm a fag still in the church i hate

i don't think anyone's winning in this

i sigh and bow my head

oh, great god on high

but i don't hear his voice

just white noise

it echoes 'till im deaf

and i don't see no angels

just bright lights

and they flash 'till i'm blind

and i wish i could go back

i wish i could rewind

but i can't

so i get drunk off of lies and stupid little things

like a new name, and what if that person could love me

and what if my parents found a new routine

and what if i escaped into a religion that i could see

the god of, and what if he was really true

and what if my faith wasn't good enough, what would i do

if god came alive and i didn't pass the test

spend eternity alone, since i couldn't be the best

but for now i'll be a queer and look up at the stars

and in the corner of my eye i see the hurt, i see the scars

i see the pain and the hope and the ones who didn't care

and i see you, too, i see you right there

and god forbid, i decide to leave this fucked up scene

where everyone is hurt, where no one knows anything

please don't stop me, don't tell anyone a thing

need to make a clean break, no loose ends or left strings

and hey babe, its not like i'm contemplating suicide

but every night when i go to bed and i close my eyes

i want to sleep, i want to go, and i want to never wake again

a fate i wouldn't want for you, my dear pretty friend

but im ugly and dumb and stupid and mean

and so many times i've fucked up i don't deserve anything

i don't deserve happy endings and i don't deserve escape

i'm in a shitty cult, i have to be, i should have to stay

i should die and bleed and sink into the cold wet ground

i should cry, get lost and never get found

i should go away and never fall asleep

and i wont think of you, not a single thing

cause i have to let go, i'm not allowed to care

even when your scent is left in my hair

even when every time i think of you i cry

and i realize how much i don't want to die

i was a godfearing loveless angry quiet

christian daughter wearing a tulle dress

and now im a soft spoken sad boy in love

and i wish i wouldn't think of you at all

and i wish i wasn't such a goddamn mess

and i wish you'd stop looking at me

and i wish i could die

and i wish you'd hold my hand

and i wish i didn't cry

im a godfearing faggot who wants to be deceased

im an ugly ass sad boy full of poetry

im full of words and bugs and both are spilling out

and it'll be blood next, what a pleasure to takeout

all my guts and organs and blood and my brains

and on the outside pretend that i'm totally okay

i get drunk off of lies

i get drunk off of names

i get drunk off of you and our stupid little games

and i get drunk off of music and i get drunk off of art

and when i don't have poems to write i just fall apart

and poems are neat, stay in the cage

but this one i write sprawled over the page

cause big emotions don't fit

in itty bitty words

cause it's hard to get them out

it's hard to explain hurt

and i go in circles and write until it strips me

of everything i have, my agency

and you witness, you see all of me

but to conclude, you have to see

i love you

and i hate me

and i was a godfearing, angry, good old christian daughter

and now i'm just a son, and all i do is think

and i think that god's a stupid fucking creep

and he doesn't have a plan for me

and i think that i love you

and i think that i can't sleep

#vent #mine #poetry #exmo #exmormon #pimo #spilled ink #words #ex christian #long ass vent poem cause im goin thru it #srry about any mistakes cause i didnt rlly edit. but tbh i never do and that's why there are misspellings in all my poems LMFAO

[veryluckyclovers]

#sorry reupload i noticed some mistakes #art #doodle #drawing #writing #poem #mspaint #butterfly

[sfsolstice]

has longing clouded my judgment?

or was it the los angeles rain

that washed away bleeding inhibition,

like still-wet paint down the drain

in a myriad of irrepressible hue?

#poetry #poem #original poem #sfsolstice #i dont care anymore what might be a mistake or not #if it is true to me then it is true